Wake up, toast the bread
Feed the dog, make your bed
Last few days, a blur in my head,
That’s what happens when God’s in your home I guess,
The wanderer in me wanted to be fed,
I couldn’t help but accede to the request,
A new pair of jeans, father’s new camera,
Off I set to capture her tiara,
She’d come with her family, crowned in glory,
And I just watched dumbstruck, like a child being told a story,
My legs they stood by me, even when I got lost,
A bottle of water was what I most sought,
Now I sit, see those pictures of her face,
Until next year when she’ll come here again
The Bilge Master
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